The two kids sat on a log, their legs swinging back and forth as they looked at the lake below. It was dangerous, and numerous adults told them not to go near that lake, but they did anyway. It's not like anybody would catch them.

               "Hey, Jazzy?" The white-haired boy muttered, taking his eyes off the lake for a split second before staring right back at it. He was convinced that if he looked away, it would probably disappear. "Yeah, Rion?" The girl looked at him. The boy looked at her, then just stared for a moment. "What?" She said it a bit louder. He laughed "Your eyes are blueish-grayish." The girl scoffed dramatically before looking down at the lake. "Yours are white." The boy smiled and looked at the trees in front of them. "I wonder why." "Because your hair is white. Duh." "Shuddup." 

               Orion jerked awake, looking around his room and feeling a pair of eyes on him. Though there was none. He sighed and sank back into his mattress, closing his eyes softly. It was a Saturday morning—a morning where he didn't have to go on patrol or catch thieves. It was Phillip's turn today. Phillip was Orion's sidekick; he was clever but never really volunteered to do anything. So, Orion usually told Volun-told him to do things. For example, he would have to patrol on Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday by himself. Sunday was the only day two of them would go out together.

             Orion took deep breaths and thought about his dream. It was a memory from their childhood. He didn't really remember what happened next, or maybe he didn't want to. Orion didn't know anymore. He soon just got up and went into the living room, turning the news on, then going to the kitchen to get him something to eat. He grabbed some eggs, but his phone rang, interrupting him. Orion sighed and answered, cracking eggs and whisking them together as he held the phone up with his shoulder.

               "¡Orión! ¡Feliz cumpleaños! It was his mom. He laughed, "Gracias, mamá. Espero verte esta noche." His mom then sighed, and he stopped what he was doing. "¿Qué pasa?" He turned around and leaned against the counter. "Cancelé la fiesta, Orión. Tu papá está enfermo, y yo no quería que nadie más se enfermara. Lo siento. They always did this. He sighed and nodded, rubbing the back of his neck. "No, mamá, está bien. Me aseguraré de llamar a papá más tarde y ver si está bien. Voy a ver si puedo visitarlo también. Yo también te quiero. Adiós." Orion hung up and sighed. This happens every year. Something will pop up, or an excuse will be made so he won't have to come over. They thought he was stupid.